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12 - Lies..Lies..And more lies?

"Yeah I'll just have the salad and a coke, same for the lady," Harry orders for me. I sigh and stare at my dirty fingernails. I was dirty, I was a dirty person. Harry liked to pretend that everything was back to normal.

But nothing was normal since the Vegas trip. Everything went completely wrong. Everything did. And I so badly wanted to go back to Vegas and make new memories there, erase the old ones. Think of something else rather than Harry's lies.

"This table? Alright!" I hear someone say. The guy sounded familiar. I don't know what it was with restaurants and hearing familiar voices.

This was not Louis' voice. It was slightly deeper, more masculine, sweet.

"Alright, you ordered salad and coke?"

I look up. Zayn.

He almost dropped our food when he sees Harry and I. He blinks for a few moments before setting both our orders down.

"Enjoy," he says briskly before attempting to walk away.

"Wait Zayn," I say getting up, and I hear him sigh.

I look at Harry who seems to have dropped his "happy to be here" attitude and instead opted for the "I married a cheating, lying, lunatic".

"What do you want?" he asks, then looks down at my stomach "matter of fact what do you two want, with me?"

"I just wanted to talk.. The way I left you, after you defended me.. It wasn't right," I say and run my fingers through my hair.

"So you're just figuring that out.. Now.. A year later.. Wow you are fast. Really fast that you let that man impregnate you," he hisses.

"Anyway, here are your specials," he says handing me a white piece of paper. I shove it in my pocket and glare at him.

He walks away once again, and I decide not to follow him this time.

I sit back down across from Harry and he doesn't speak. Just eats his salad and drinks his coke.

"Ready to go?" he asks. He looks down at my barely touched salad, and unopened coke and fakes a smile.

"Hey! You!" Harry calls out. Zayn turns around from the counter, sighs and walks over to us.

Harry drops the check in Zayn's apron pocket.

"Clean this up, we're all done," Harry smirks. Zayn glares at him and picks up Harry's plate and drink.

Harry takes my hand, and we leave the restaurant. I felt even hungrier than I did when we arrived.

We get into the car, and I settle into the leather. I could feel my eyes watering, and I immediately get annoyed with myself. I couldn't wait to have this baby, I never cried this much.

In fact, before I grew pregnant, I cried maybe once a year, if that.

"Hey, what's wrong baby?" Harry asks, tapping my shoulder.

I turn to look at him. His face was scrunched together, his lips bunched together and turned to the side.

He had worry lines, at 19. Worry lines.

"I'm fine, just.. I miss my old life," I confess, "when everyone didn't hate me.. Everywhere I go, I make more enemies, and I can't seem to stop."

Harry sighs and rubs my arm.

"That's life.. Ya just have ta move on.. And remember it's never too late to start new," he says.

He takes his finger and wipes the one tear coming from my eye.